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There's more to this girl's story than meets the eye, and I'll never forgive myself if I don't take this opportunity to find out just what's up with her.
But it's all I can do to keep my hands off her. Christ, she's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen. She was beautiful from a distance, but up close, she's even more stunning.
Those blue eyes are even more crystalline up close. That blonde hair is even shinier under the moonlight. Those little lips are pinker and puffier than I imagined.
She's a tiny little thing, but she's got just enough curves in all the right places, and the way that hair sways down the gentle curve of her back...
I've been hard since the moment I set eyes on her. No matter how much I jack off to thoughts of her, the fucker won't go down.
I try to keep my thoughts off of that now, though, as I walk her around the construction site, explaining the various stages of construction to her.
She seems genuinely interested in hearing about it, and several times, her mouth falls open in a little "o."
We finally come to the end of the construction site, and I can take it no longer.
I turn to her and reach for her hands, noticing how soft and tiny they are in my own.
Her blue eyes blink up at me innocently, and all I can do is stare at her for a moment, lost for words.
Finally, I clear my throat and ask her, "Why are you feeling suffocated?"
She hesitates for a moment before she looks back into my eyes and whispers, "Because I'm being forced to marry a man I can't stand."
Instant jealousy and anger surge up inside me. I'm offended for her sake, and I want to kill the bastards responsible for the sadness I see reflected in her beautiful blue eyes.
But instead of acting on my rage, I take a step closer to her and wrap my arms around her tiny frame.
Her body stiffens at first, but then she melts into my embrace, her tears staining my work shirt. I run my fingers through her golden locks, and she snuggles into me, seeking comfort.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper into her hair. "Nobody should ever be forced to do something they don't want to do."
She nods against my chest, her tears still streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do. I feel trapped."
I pull back to look at her, cupping her face in my hands. "You're not trapped," I say firmly. "I'll help you. We'll find a way out of this. I promise."
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for any sign of deception. But she must find none because she nods slowly.
"Why do you want to help me, though? You don't even know me," she asks.
I consider what to say to her before I decide to go with the truth.
"Because I've been obsessed with you from the moment I first set eyes on you standing on your balcony."
CHAPTERFOUR
Whitney
My heart startsfluttering around in my chest like a caged bird. His words should scare me.
Theyshould.
But they don't.
For some reason, Ilikethe thought that he's been watching me.
His eyes smolder at me, and he cups my face in his hands. My breath catches at the contact, and all I can do is stare into his green eyes.
There's an intensity to his gaze that makes me feel like he's seeing straight through me, like he knows all my secrets and desires.
